somethingwithturquoise | The Causeway; Tuesday Afternoon [10/01].

Hopefully no one needed to immediately get down the causeway that afternoon, because there was a small, violently pink spaceship accented with turquoise flames blocking a good portion of it right now. But, come on. There was no way in hell Summer was going to haul all her crap across the island to the scrapyard where it had previously been parked when MHA was right there by the causeway and it was so much closer and she could literally just move it up a little if it was a problem. It was bad enough she had so much stuff to drag down anyway, and Pancakes was already making a racket, not exactly pleased with being stuck in a carrier for the time being to make sure she stayed out of the way of all the last minute loading.

Anxiety was also a big thing right now, but Summer was trying to ignore that, and, though she felt she'd settled everything for the most part, she felt like she might be missing something. She didn't know what, and it was probably just nerves and sadness that she was also trying to ignore, but, either way, she felt she couldn't just up and leave, even if she'd been building up to this for ages, so she sent out a text to some of the more frequently texted numbers in her phone (and perhaps a few not-so-frequent) that went something along the lines of "LAST CHANCE TO BE AWESOME AND HELP ME LOAD MY CRAP! This ship is set to sail in T-minus how is it already go time? -<3, S."

Sure, she had Rey coming to help her out, both here and when she got to Coruscant, but extra hands didn't hurt, especially when it was probably the last time she'd see some of those hands for a while...

[[I HATE THAT I'M TYPING THIS RIGHT NOW BUT IT'S SUMMER'S LAST OFFICIAL ON-ISLAND POST FOR A WHILE NOW. If you think you'd have gotten a text, you totes did! Small OCD and entirely open post! ]]

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"They'll know that whatever hit them was far more stylish than the Stormtrooper buckets," Kanan offered, smiling crookedly. "Maybe. Eventually. Preferably, we'll be able to go a while before they even realize they've been hit in the first place."

"I'll be halfway to a completely different dimension before they even get a suspicion," Summer offered, slightly cocky, but mostly for reassurance. "I gave Grampa coordinates, too, you know, so if things do get a little spicy..."

Besides, she had whole new canon finally dropping in a month, no way she was going to let that door close...

"You've got an easy out," Kanan agreed, nodding. "More easy outs than most Fandomites, I can appreciate that."

And did, in fact. He did appreciate that.

... The Force save Coruscant if Rick ever wound up setting foot on it, though.

The Force save that whole galaxy. Rick Sanchez was not good for galaxies.

"And I've got some good experience over a good handful of Fandomites, too," Summer pointed out, even though she knew she could be spouting reassurances all day and it wouldn't make all that much of a difference.

"I'm excited," she tried instead, nodding. "This is going to be really good. And it's about damn time, too."

"It's going to be really good," Kanan agreed, and then sighed. "We'll have to work out the best way to keep in touch without it being obvious you're talking to us, though. Maybe we'll get you a droid, something that can encrypt incoming and outgoing holos, that sort of thing..."

"I'll send you messages in pig Latin via Leroy," Summer offered, "even if it means I have to agree to a date whenever I make it back to the island."

But her wry grin faded into something a little more sincere. "I should probably look into a droid for a whole multitude of reasons, anyway. They kind of weird me out a little, if I'm being honest," except Chopper, but that was because Chopper was adorable, "but it would be useful. And we've always got T&C as a backdoor, too. Shunsui's still using some of my business contacts for caf and meilooruns, so we can easily pass along anything through those channels under the guise of business as usual without anyone even blinking an eye."

She'd thought of this, BDG. She's thought of practically everything, and been setting some of this up for longer than people even realized she'd been thinking about it....

...and she knew that it could be absolutely perfectly airtight, and it stil wouldn't feel any better.

"That's going to be a whole hell of a lot of hearts to wade through in order to keep in touch," Kanan noted, smiling wryly.

He appreciated it, though. The planning. He was sure she'd touched on most of it even before she'd told him about her plans to go there.

But yeah.

Nothing was going to quite make the worry and the sting fade. Not so soon, really.

"We're going to have to hook you up with some sort of codename," he added. "Wouldn't do to have you going by 'Summer' when you're passing on your intel."

"I could always do Autumn instead," Summer suggested. "A bit catchier and not as clunky as Spring or Winter."

Although that last one, in a different timeline....

"It is pretty catchy," Kanan allowed, looking thoughtful. "Autumn, this is Spectre-01..."

He hummed.

"It would be easy to remember, at least. And not a complete dead giveaway that it's you."

That would require Stormtroopers to actually have two brain cells to rub together.

Look, it was a better secret name than 'Ben Kenobi.'

Yeah, typically it helped to at least change the last name, too. Especially since Summer would bet that Smith wasn't quite as common a surname out there.

"We can workshop it a bit," she allowed. "I'm sure we'll know what's right when the time comes. I'm not very good with names in general, I still haven't thought of a good one for the ship yet, but, to be fair, I mean, how do you even give perfection a name?"

She kind of loved it a lot, Kanan.

A lot.

"... You call it The Perfection, and just leave it at that," Kanan offered. "I called mine the Escape."

Because that was exactly what he'd done with it.

"My last ship, the one I had through Moonglow, was called the Expedient. Because it was a total piece of scrap."

He was being ironic.

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